The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (32 page)

Jasmine breathed deeply, inhaling his scent in these raw moments before they became one. “Yes.”

“What was that? Beg for it.”

She pushed her hips forward, but he jerked his back before her skin could touch his. “I want it.” Although rich with conviction in her head, the words came out in a whisper. “Please.”

“And what if I don’t?”

Jasmine closed her eyes. “Then I’ll go mad.”

“Why?”

Ethan Cole was a strange man. Here he was, poised to take a woman right where they both wanted it most, and he had to be the only man in the whole world who stopped to ponder why she was aroused. What about him made her so crazy in bed? And why the hell was he asking this
now?
“Because I… I need you.”

His hand tenderly stroked her chin. “Like this?” His tip pushed against her folds, but did not enter her. The tease made Jasmine release her pent up breath and want to cry in frustration. Ethan lowered his head and licked the space between her breasts, trailing up one and kissing the tip. The sound coming out of Jasmine’s body as she nearly came undone from this alone was foreign to her ears.

And to Ethan’s. He grinned at her, lifting himself up and away from her body as his erection continued to taunt her. “Please,” she said again, opening her legs as far as they could go.
Can’t you see how much I want you?
“Please do it.”

“Oh, I will.” Ethan picked her up from beneath the knees and rolled her over onto her stomach. Instinctively Jasmine got up on her shins, fingers clutching the top of the bed while she tossed her hair out of her face. “But only if you say it like the spoiled flower you are.”

Not hard! “Fuck me.”

His hands were on her ass, pulling her toward him as she gave up her strength and sank down with her face in the bed. The air, as sweet as it was torturous, gave her center more attention than Ethan’s body. “Surely you can say it and still be polite.”

“Fuck me, Ethan.” Her fingers curled together beneath her chest. Jasmine turned to her right and stared at the fireplace while Ethan rubbed her, the madness spreading through her body. “Please! I need you there… within me…”

He loomed over her shoulder, hot breath pushing into her face. His tip was positioned just an inch away from her welcoming center, eager to have him enter her, explore her once again. “What do you call me?”

It melted her, beginning with her heart and then settling in her abdomen like a ticking time bomb. “Sir. Fuck me, sir.”

“Good girl.” Ethan grabbed either side of her hips and thrust forward.

Maybe it was because she was so aroused; maybe it was because Ethan was just that good. Either way, he only took that one swift, filling motion to enter her with little friction. Jasmine wailed into the bed, her body relieved to feel his girth within her, but also scared of the possibilities to come.
He won’t hurt me.
Although his thrusts quickly proved otherwise as he fucked her relentlessly, one hand digging into her side while the other grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked hard enough to make her pop up back on her hands.
It doesn’t hurt…
It stung, it pricked, but it didn’t
hurt.
Quite the opposite. The euphoria spreading through Jasmine’s body wasn’t because this man was rough with her, but because she could feel his passion in the way he moved and sounded when enjoying himself – with her.

“Oh, shit.” Ethan’s hands passed over her breasts, her stomach, and then latched onto her hips. He held her there and entered her with no remorse, his thrusts matching the quick pace of her breaths as the world began to turn dark behind Jasmine’s eyelids.

She was on the brink. Wanting to rub herself but trapped with supporting her body so he could have her, Jasmine wished for Ethan to touch her with his fingers, to push her over that edge leading her into carnal paradise.

Ethan dug his fingers into her, his deep, vibrating groan shaking his flower’s frame. Jasmine barely had time to realize what was happening before she felt Ethan’s warmth fill her, her thrusts continuing to take her but beginning to lose their momentum.
No, no…
Yet Jasmine held onto the sensations, tightening herself around him as she urged him to spend more inside. Just as she thought it was finished, Ethan pinched her and thrust once more, the last of him taking control of her core.

With a heavy sigh Ethan pulled out of her, leaving behind what he had done to her as he sat back and left Jasmine to shudder where she knelt on the bed, her thighs wet but her appetite still not sated. Ethan Cole would be the death of her desire if he continued to tease her like this!

“Look what you did.” Ethan nipped her flesh with his teeth, his laughter reverberating against her skin. “You made me come much too soon.”

Jasmine relaxed, her body releasing what Ethan had given her. Wet warmth coursed down the inside of her thigh and wrapped around the front of her leg. Then more. Ethan was particularly ready that night. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Even so, we must do something about it, shouldn’t we?” His hand smacked her ass, making her quake in shock and arousal alike.
I’m embarrassing myself.
Her thighs were coated in his release now. “Bad girl. Making me lose control like that.” Now Jasmine fell to her side, pushed over by Ethan’s urgings.
He’s so strong.
He haunted her personal space, prying her legs open and admiring his handy work between them. “I have control in here. Remember that.”

Jasmine nodded, taking the opportunity to look at him. He was half-erect – not enough to finish her off now, but promising.
Can he go three times in one day?
Of course he could. This man could probably go five times if he was absolutely determined. That look on Ethan’s face said he wanted her a third time. But how soon would she get it? “I know you are.” She rubbed his arm as it brushed against her outstretched leg.

“Yes, and that’s why you’re going to accept the consequences.” A shock of arousal shot through Jasmine again as Ethan barely touched her clit with his thumb. “Make me do it too soon, and you will be begging for yours for a long, long time.”

Oh, no.
Oh, yes. From the first flick to her sensitive nerves, Jasmine knew she was about to be pleasurably tortured. No relief. No escape. Just this man and his insatiable need to deny her what she wanted the most.

Ethan made good on his word. He rubbed her, circling her clit before touching it directly. Jasmine shivered, groaned, pushed against him, and asked for more, but he never gave it to her. He would touch her until she began to cry out and then pull back, leaving her teetering on the edge of relief and release.
You jerk… you bastard…
Jasmine couldn’t take her eyes off his smirk as he laid his half-erect cock against her slit and rubbed her that way, making her writhe, whimper, and debase herself with naughty words that insinuated she would do anything –
anything –
to have the orgasm she craved. Ethan Cole was a diabolical lover when he damn well wanted to be. It made her love him more.

And that realization crippled her, leaving her to stare at the ceiling and contemplate what it meant as her billionaire boss got the cheapest form of entertainment by rubbing her clit to orgasm and then denying it to her at the last minute.

To add insult to injury he eventually leaned down and sucked one of her nipples. This timed perfectly with his touch between the legs – with his fingers entering her and thrusting quickly against her inner walls – and Jasmine instantly gasped and lost half her mind.

Ethan pulled out his fingers, and following it came a gush of something that she didn’t know was her or him.
I’ve never done that before.
She froze, embarrassed, in denial, and wishing he wouldn’t bring attention to it.

But of course he did. “My flower seems to be taking on a new life of her own.” He touched her again, eliciting a similar response if not weaker. Jasmine gave the ceiling a horrified look.
What is this man doing to me? My body?
It was both rejecting his presence and throwing itself at him. When Ethan took her hand and had her touch it, she bit her lip to suppress a cry of shock at how wet she was. Then the scent of her arousal – purely her arousal, since it was that powerful – overtook the room, and she was sure Ethan would be disgusted.

Instead, he bent down between her legs and sampled it for himself.

A large, terrifying groan ripped through Jasmine’s body as her lover eased it out of her with his masterful tongue and the tip of his thumb. Ethan was not delicate, but he was certainly vibrant in the way he wrapped his tongue around her nub and fingered her until she gave him more of what she kept inside. His other hand moved its way up her torso and clasped upon one of her breasts, and Jasmine, afraid of what else her body might do with him down there, closed her eyes and tried to ride out the good feelings each passing moment brought.

Whatever it was – her, him – only excited him to the point of nearly letting her orgasm on his tongue.

Then he was on top of her, his scent, his strength, and his ardor overwhelming Jasmine as he held open her legs and thrust into her a final time.

Jasmine didn’t know what to focus on. On one hand she was in heaven because she was given what she wanted, and on the other she discovered new and horrifying ways she loved this man. She loved the way he licked her ear as he took her, his groans of satisfaction diving deep into her in between his tongue outlining her creases and his breath bringing her tender warmth. She loved his muscular arms that he always contained beneath long sleeves pinning her down so he could overtake her better. She loved the power of his body pushing her legs apart until she had no choice but to accept him into her. She loved the sounds of their love, graphic and familiar, echoing in that master bedroom.
Ethan…
His mouth went from her ear to her throat, sucking her skin, tasting her flesh, and biting her where it mattered most.
Ethan!
She loved it. Everything. His power, his lust, his passion. He was willing to split Jasmine in two just to show her how much he could give her.
My body doesn’t even resist him.
All the previous embarrassment was now the biggest boon as it allowed Ethan to claim her over and over, his third round making him last longer.

“Mine,” he growled into the crook of her neck, his hips performing a steady rhythm between her legs. “All mine.” He sat up, still unrelenting, his hand squeezing her shoulder before settling gently around her throat. Not once did Jasmine fear him.

On the contrary, she reveled in it.

She was Ethan’s. Now, yesterday, tomorrow. He could have her whenever he wanted – do to her whatever he wanted. Jasmine saw the pleasure in this life now. It was no longer about the money. It was about this man, these moments, and how good they felt together.

“I’m yours,” she said, her voice lost in the sounds of sex and the grunt in her lover’s throat. “Take me. Do it.”

That he heard. Ethan used the last of his strength to thrust into her faster, harder… Jasmine had felt him deep within her before, but there was a new yearning to this that nearly broke her. When she opened her eyes she knew why: Ethan gazed down at her, drinking in the sight of her pleasure before kissing her with steady breaths.

No more. Jasmine could not hold it in anymore. At first her moan was quiet, and then it burst from her throat, taking her dignity and last shreds of honor with her as she finally orgasmed.

“Ethan!” She loved to cry his name in these moments, to feel him respond to her with hard, powerful thrusts that slid so effortlessly into her. “Oh, God!”

This time when he filled her with his warmth, it was in long, arduous moments that nearly made him twist his face in a brilliant combination of pleasure and almost pain. But there was no stopping Ethan Cole when he was taking the woman he had. If he wanted to give this to her, he would.

But even he was human, and within a few seconds he collapsed onto her, still inside her, but now with more sweat on his brow and the tired, languid breaths betraying his fatigue.

Jasmine couldn’t move. Not just because a muscular man was on top of her, but also because she felt like every ounce of energy had been siphoned from her body. Only a few times in her life could she ever say sex did such a thing to her. Usually her lovers were too self-absorbed to focus on her pleasure and instead only took their own. Ethan was selfish too. No, not selfish.
Direct and dominant.
Jasmine was reeling from the thought.

Every time they had intercourse she felt like she was on the brink of unconsciousness by the end of it. Sweet, escaping reprieve, full of dreamless sleep and the idea that everything was suddenly better.
Endorphins are a helluva drug.